As Xu Qing disappeared, none of the Golden Core cultivators in the surroundings scanned their surroundings or chased after him. All the greed and killing intent on their faces disappeared at this instant. What was even more astonishing was that as their expressions dissipated, the figures of these people slowly blurred.
A moment later, all of them seemed to have been erased as they disappeared from the spot.
It was peaceful once again. Another hour passed and a mountain rock on the ground suddenly distorted, transforming into an old man with a pockmarked face in a green Daoist robe. This old man carefully checked his surroundings and his eyes revealed a deep glint.
"Although it's an illusion, every attack earlier was real. Looking at Xu Qing's performance, could it be that he really doesn't have a Dao Protector following him?"
"But without a Dao Protector, how dare he brazenly head out?"